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killtime sonnet #20

 The cold left brain routinely ice and steel

A razor view that governs what and where

Takes note in passing of the way things feel

Allowing thoughts to serve that lead to there

The end foreseen, the close approach to good,

The given worth from silent female side,

But stifles sense that rests on borrowed should

And holds itself aloof with arid pride.

The sharp and shiny edge of reason's tool

Dissects the real, reducing whole to parts,

And yet, somehow, I feel myself the fool,

Mistaking simple skills for clever arts.

   Poetic insight clamors for my ear

   And that, precisely, names my greatest fear.

 


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Jonathan Moore

Jonathan Moore

18 years 1 month ago

There are a lot of great images

And my favourite is: "But stifles sense that rests on borrowed should" Just because of what and how it is said. Overall, though, the poem is a bit disjointed and I agree that it is more than salvageable. If you have the inclination, I'd love to see a re-write, smoothing out the narrative and bridging the theme into, if you'll forgive the phrase, sharper focus. Specifically, although I believe I know what you're saying with the following lines, they lack the drive and force of much of the rest of the poem: "The end foreseen, the close approach to good, The given worth from silent female side," As for the overall message of the poem, I'd rather see an artist who had the courage to doubt their gift than one convinced they can do no wrong. Jonathan Annoying the world, one person at a time (Group discounts available)
weirdelf

weirdelf

18 years ago

You named your greatest fear

very honestly. I applaude you. It is true all your work I have read is very left brain. As clever, poetic, creative and artistic as left brain work can simulate. Aye, there's the rub, simulate. Face it man, without that other half, neurosymptomatic or guesswork, you are just very, very clever. Jess
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barbsdad2003

18 years ago

Yes, yes ...

so very salvageable. It was only after 30 years of more or less sensible living that I suddenly woke up to trusting intuition for what it is, a feeling-based amazing---often global/universal---insight. And of course therefore quite knowledgeable in its own right. Such incredibly rich material lies there for exploring/revealing/reflecting in poetry. A part of us so fears truth; another part sees her quite clearly. It makes sense to my logical part that the fearing part (itself, apparently) would much of the time keep a blind eye turned toward the seeing part. Yours, Chuck
Jonathan Moore

Jonathan Moore

16 years 10 months ago

Slow start, Strong finish

As I'd mentioned in the review in which I did not include a rating, because I suck at remembering to rate poems, this piece has good imagery but has a slow start. the poem picks up focus and intent around the middle and carries that to the end but the first four (4) lines seem connected to but not actually part of the rest of the poem meaning that they share a similar content and establishment of theme but do not flow naturally Were I to go back to this I would concentrate on the first four (4) lines and see how they might be smoothed out and intensified. --Jonathan Annoying the world, one person at a time (Group discounts available)